Tuesday, November 03, 2009 @ 12:36 AM
Thinking it over again:
It's not that I was not given a chance,
It's me myself,
Who refuse to give any chance.
But who could I love,
Is all decided by myself.
I can't change it,
Cos it will no longer be my love.
To be honest,
I felt like a bastard.
After one fucking year,
I can't even take that into consideration.
I'm a goddamn bastard,
Really.
But it's my bastardness that given someone else a chance.
Perhaps it's good for me after all.
Who I cannot love,
Shall be loved by one who is worthy of,
Not one who love her not,
And hurt her more...
I am not worthy.
When you truly love someone, it no longer matters whether will you be with her eventually.